pussy, Lisa gives a slight lift of her hips to get more of my touch.
I sink first one then two fingers deep into her heat, loving the feeling of her soft walls surrounding them. Crooking them just a bit, I run them over the sensitive flesh until she starts to squirm. When I feel her pussy start to tighten, I press my thumb against her clit and give it a few quick taps.
Just as her body starts to shake, I pull my hand away and slide into her with one brutal thrust. She lets out a mewling sound and wraps her legs around me. We move together as her nails bite into my back. With each thrust, we grow closer and closer to release. My eyes close as I savor the pleasure I always find in my woman.
Her hand comes up to cup my face, and she whispers, “Please open your eyes. Please look at me, honey.”
Her words hit me in the gut, reminding me of her earlier accusation. My eyes pop open to find her staring at me with tears running down her cheeks. Each tear cuts me to the bone, knowing my careless words and actions have caused them to fall.
“Even when my eyes are closed, you’re all I see,” I whisper back, slowing my strokes. “You’re all I ever see, Lisa.”
I continue my slow pace until I can’t stand it one second longer. Then my hips slam forward, causing the table to shake. She moans, wrapping her legs tighter around my ass. My thrusts speed up, going deep with each stroke. A tingle hits my spine, and I know I’m close, so fucking close, but I need her there with me.
My hand returns to her luscious pussy, and I find her clit pulsing and swollen with need. My fingers circle it a time or two, before I pinch it between my fingers. In that instant, she clenches down on my cock and screams out her pleasure. A second later, I bury myself to the hilt and groan out my own release. I stay deep inside her, enjoying the connection long after our orgasms have faded away.
Holding her close, I say the words I hope like hell she will understand. “You’re mine, baby. You always have been, and you always will be. Only you.”
7
Lisa
Walking into the clubhouse, I avoid everyone and head to the empty rooms in the back. I think of them as the slam rooms, a place brothers can take bitches they don’t think are worthy to take to their own room. I’m proud to say, I’ve never done more than clean them. No fucking way was I ever going to let some motherfucker take me back here like a ten-dollar hooker.
One of the girls called me earlier, saying the new girl had a bad night and refused to get out of bed. According to the call, the girl had been roughed up by a few brothers and needed someone to take care of her. Even though Trix has taken over most of my duties with the girls, I figured I better deal with this shit. Some things, an old lady should never see.
I knock on the third door and step inside. The new girl is lying on the bed, crying her fucking eyes out. Her hair is matted with cum, and a few light bruises are visible on the pale skin at her neck and wrists. What the fuck?
“What the hell happened to you?” I ask, as I look around the trashed room. “Who did this shit to you?”
“Smoke and Hack,” she mutters, burying her head in the pillow.
My entire body locks as denial fills my mind. “You’re wrong.”
She sits straight up and glares at me. “No, they did this. They used me like I was nothing but trash, threw some money on the dresser, and walked out.”
My eyes move over to the dresser, where I see a wad of cash. Judging by the size, I would guess there’s a few hundred laying there, at least. My eyes go back to the bed and notice things that I didn’t see before. There are ropes tied on the corners of the headboard, but not the hard type. No, these ropes are used for play. A damn near empty bottle of lube is lying near the end of the bed, along with more used condoms than I care to count. It only takes a second for everything to click into place. The boys wanted to play, and